my fingers are wrinkly from dishes and my family arrives tomorrow. this makes me happy. the family, more so than the wrinkly fingers.
i didn't do as much as i had hoped to do this evening. laundry was my first goal, but was shut down when my neighbor beat me to the punch. i don't know as i've ever spoken of my neighbors before. we haven't quite figured them out yet, but they are some combination of chinese jewish irish lesbians who own lots and lots of books and a substantial number of rubber shoes. you know, like 'duckies'. that's all we really know so far, but they are kind and don't mind our music and flailing bodies and living room dancing above them.
mandonna is on an airplane. this makes my heart so happy. perhaps we'll be better picture takers this time.
more dishes, or sleep. i do not know.
i'd like my roomie to come home.